Never forgotten ~ Bucky Barnes

TWENTY SIX

At the most unexpected moment, life hits you in the face and shows you just how much of a monster you really are.

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Standing in the dense shadows waiting for the target to make a show of themself was almost agonizing. Distant echoes of grunting and shouting heard from below, the war of creating peace impacting all. Innocent or not. However, a pair of feet thudded against the metal walk-way, no doubt thinking they have 'won'. That they have saved the human race. They think that we are the bad guys, that we want destruction and death. Though all we want is to save everyone. So why are we being called the bad ones?

Peaking my head out from the shadows, I look around to see my target. My skilled eyes spot him near the ladder to get up to the floor above, wanting to get on the same level as the control panel and that's when I go to make my presents known. Quietly, I step away from the pipe that was hiding me in the shadows and slowly make my way towards to the metal ladder. The ladder I was making my way to was slightly hidden by a long, wide pipe, it led up to the railings of the walkway where three grey metal poles alined either side to make sure anyone didn't fall off.

Though as my hazel eyes swept my surrounding, I didn't really make full recognition of the details but my subconscious did. It was second nature. My mind working in more ways then just the one, each little detail never really going past me. Although, I secretly hated it how my subconscious would never forget to make those little mental notes of where everything was, I am a little greatful. It helped when I've needed it the most. When I've had to make an escape after finishing a mission, or when I've had to get into a building (high security or not) and save Winters ass.

Silently sighing to myself, I shake those delusional thoughts away. A small headache forming from thinking about the small details I just did, a scowl almost resting on my face and distracting me from the task at hand. My brain somehow knew about the small things I did for Winter but I didn't. My body was confused and I couldn't let it be for long because by the time I was focused and over the concept I had made up, I was by the ladder with my vibranium hand gripping the metal beneath it. 

It was like my body woke up from a state that I couldn't explain and was focused, my mind was suddenly clear and the only thing on it was to kill the target. So putting one arm higher then the other, my legs followed suit, getting closer to where my end goal was. Getting closer to creating peace where it had to be put in place. The distance between me and the target was becoming thinner. The taste of the kill practically on my tongue.

Seconds later, my vision had been given a new slate to view upon. There stood my mission. His navy blue helmet clipped around his head, secured in place and over his short cut, dirty blonde hair, shoulders broad with authority and his red white and blue suit clinging to his skin, his boot clad feet stood slightly apart in a relaxed but ready to move stance. He himself was just getting up to the walkway, but I was quicker. I quickly pulled myself up and over the edge of the railings and stood up, squaring out my more petite shoulders.  Hazels eyes that rested on my pallet were void of any emotions, them solely focusing on the man that now stood in-front of me. My hands hung loosely by my sides; waiting for anything to happen to snap into action and start to attack. Black army boots around my feet in a stance that basically screamed hostile compared to the man before me with an almost slacked one.

The missions sky blue eyes bored into mine with a look of desperation swimming in them. They looked into mine to -what I assume- find any emotion to give away how I was feeling, how I reacted to seeing him. However, there was none because I wasn't feeling anything really. Nothing but complete numbness and determination. One set goal in mind and there was nothing that was going to make me waver from it.

"Betty...", the mans voice was smooth, he dragged out a name that wasn't mine. There was no question in his tone, like he had known that I would be here, but there was a firmness of purpose. He was here for a reason, to stop our way to create world peace. To stop war from happening. To stop Hydra from making two sides of the nation come together and become one. I didn't reply to his voice. My eyes and body were just transfixed on him, following his every move.

"People are gunna die... I can't let that happen" he again started to say once he knew I wasn't making a move to respond. My face stared at him, a blank expression greeting him back.

He swings his shield slightly, anticipation resting in his bones. "Please don't make me do this", the once smooth voice of his now trembling at each word he breathes out desperation laced in with it.

It was as if time had decided to stand still between us, though it hadn't. The gental breeze corrupting my braided hair behind me as we stood lifeless facing each other. The longer we hadn't moved the more tension had been building up, creating a more denser vibe circling around us. Echoes of fighting could be heard in the distance, both sides fighting for their cause (even though the later was the wrong one).

After some time, it was as if my mission knew I wasn't going to give up. His head had tilted down faintly, and I'm not even sure he knew he did it, but his eyes was the ones to go next. They had turned somewhat a shade darker than before, courage high in them (although displeasure was hidden around the corners of them) along with stubbornness.

My mind knew what was soon to come and it got ready itself, wanting to be prepared and have the upper hand. My flesh fingers twitched, waiting for the right moment to reach for the gun placed strategically on my upper thigh. To have the tigger under my index finger. To have a persons life in my hands, ready to be played with- and inside my head my lips curled into a murderous smirk.